Black sand, burns your feet in summer, dries to a crunchy biscuit crust, piles up in the crutch of your togs, gets everywhere. Surf! Sounds like a war going on out ...
Strong individualists, tough, get-on-and-do-it folk. Started everything at Piha, cut the tracks, made tennis courts, surf clubs, library, post office, built the baches out of car cases and waste timber, ...
Once milled ferociously for its kauri, rimu and kahikatea. Now the scars are healed and the kauri rikkers poke their conical heads above puriri, mamaku and nikau. Houses nestle among ...








